The big red shrimp was in a hurry, and couldn't help but say loudly: "I have won the river god!" Before the words fell, he was knocked by Chen Jing's sword scabbard, and Chen Jing's voice came from the darkness: "Hehe, the mountain is soil, one of the five elements of heaven and earth, how can it be sealed with water." Water is beneath all things, it moves with the trend, and when there is life, there is water flowing through, and it exists everywhere people know it or don't know it. Or for the surging momentum swept thousands of miles, or moisturizing things silently, hidden under the nine abysses, now I am water, water is me, I want to go out of the mountain, naturally come out. ”

This is not only like saying it to Wu Meng, but also like explaining the subtleties of water to the big red shrimp. In the last sentence, the big red shrimp only felt that his body was light, and his eyes lit up, but he had already come out of the mountain.

Wu Meng stood on the top of Wumeng Mountain, the long-handled golden axe pillar on the top of the ice-covered mountain, facing the cold wind, looking at Chen Jing, who was wrapped in an invisible flow of water and rushing out, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking. This has always been his move, and Chen Jing has broken it every time. Especially the last one was the most dangerous, he could be sure that Chen Jing had deliberately escaped into the ground, which showed that he had already been confident that Wu Mengshan Town would not be able to seal him.

On the top of each mountain in the distance, there were gods standing quietly on the top of the snow-capped mountains, looking at Chen Jing who was riding a big red shrimp like a river, and sighed: "What a subtle spell, the spell can be used so mysteriously, there are not many in the land of the mountain gods in the world." ”

"Who is he?"

"Jiuhua Prefecture, Baling Boundary, Jinghe Embroidered Spring Bend River God."

Walking all the way to the south, Chen Jing had already withdrawn the spell and let the big red shrimp walk. The big red shrimp also seems to feel that it is too dangerous on this land, it is not as safe as Xiuchun Bend, all the way straight towards Xiu Bend, encountering mountains and mountains, encountering rivers and waves, and encountering cliffs to vacate the sky. The further south you go, the more leisurely the snow falls, and although it is large, it is no longer rushed.

"Lord River God, let's go back and slaughter that Wu Meng, seeing that the big axe in his hand is very powerful, it is better to rob him, and let him know that the gods in the waters of the Jing River cannot be provoked." The big red shrimp brandished a mace and said angrily.

"Hehe, he's not easy to rob, although I'm not afraid of him, but it's not easy to kill him, not to mention that you only saw him alone, and didn't see those gods on the top of the mountain next to him, maybe some of them are good friends with him."

"Ahhhhh......h This poor man is more treacherous than my old shrimp, he must be testing you, the river god, but fortunately, the river god is mighty, breaking his spells, so that he does not dare to act rashly. ”

Chen Jing was noncommittal, sitting on the big red shrimp, looking up at the sky, there was a feeling that although the world was big, there was no place for it.

He remembered that he had asked the old swordsman why he had walked around and not stayed in a landlord. "Because my heart is restless, I can't settle down," he said. ”

At that time, he didn't understand why he couldn't settle down when he was upset, and now he still didn't understand why the old swordsman was upset, but he understood that feeling a little.

The big red shrimp kept talking all the way, talking about Chen Jing's coma for two years, telling the shell, patting Chen Jing's ass, and talking about how he himself grew from an ignorant and enlightened ordinary river shrimp to the current majestic river god mount who crossed the earth with a mace in hand.

Chen Jing occasionally said a few words, and the shell was silent all the way, except for when the big red shrimp sued her, he would show the momentum of eating the shrimp, and the rest of the time he followed quietly and silently.

Along the way, Chen Jing did not borrow the road from others, but there was no one to stop him, he jumped over the mountains and mountains, went in a straight line to the south, traveled three thousand miles, unimpeded, and occasionally there were eyeless monsters who came out to block the road, and he was also knocked to the ground by the big red shrimp mace that ran faster than the galloping horse, and then was swallowed into the moss shell by the shell that followed him.

But when they were still more than 100 miles away from the Xiuchun Bend of the Jinghe River, three people stopped in front of them, one of them was holding a dark sea soul fork, and the other was covered in black hair, with a human head and a bear body. The middle one was wearing a Taoist robe, but with a scholar's scarf on his head, and an ebony sheath short sword hanging from his waist. It was the three mountain gods of the Sancai Ridge who were robbed of the mace by Chen Jing.

"Oh no, these three treacherous people are waiting for us here, Lord River God, where are we going to flee." Before the big red shrimp finished speaking, Chen Jing knocked his head with a sword scabbard, and the pain was deep to the bones, and then he heard again: "Rush over." ”

The big red shrimp didn't know if it was a shame or something after being knocked out, and suddenly felt that the three people in front of him were just small fish in the Jing River, so he roared and said, "The three of you have the courage to dare to block your shrimp grandfather's way." ”

With that, he raised his mace and rushed towards the three of them, not afraid of the profound mana of the three of them.

Among them, the bear spirit who was robbed of his weapon was furious, and a small shrimp dared to yell at him like this, how could he not be angry. He stepped out, the ground shook, and there was an invisibly sky-high momentum, like a mountain pressing towards Chen Jing.

The big red shrimp was frightened in his heart, his body was slightly stunned, and Chen Jing's voice came from his ears: "Water droplets can pass through stones, accumulate into rivers, reflect the sun and moon in silence, and swallow the world in anger." ”

The voice is brilliant, the wind is inducing, and the wind and clouds change color.

When Chen Jing read these words, the black bear spirit suddenly felt that the aura of the eight directions gathered around Chen Jing's body, forming an invisible river, forming a surging river in the blink of an eye. Although the invisible river has become, it flows calmly and peacefully.

He snorted secretly in his heart, a black mountain appeared above his head, extremely steep, and the whole person was imposing, rushing straight towards Chen Jing and the big red shrimp, and there was a big blow that hit Chen Jing, the big red shrimp, and the shell into a meat puree.

At this moment, the calm river breath around Chen Jing's body suddenly turned sharply, turning into a rushing Nine Heavens Waterfall, rushing and roaring. An overwhelming momentum suddenly appeared, and he was shocked in his heart, only feeling that he was as powerless as an ordinary creature in the face of the monstrous waves.

"Potential, he actually comprehended the momentum of the Evil Dragon Gorge."

In the distance, the other two were in disbelief, and as they spoke, they had already shouted and mustered up the mana of their whole bodies to rise towards Chen Jing, turning into two mountains and pressing down. It's just that this mountain of theirs only appears in the form of an imaginary form, but it does not have the momentum to suppress all things.

The big red shrimp jumped up, feeling that even if he faced the Dongyue Emperor at this time, he dared to fight, and everything slowed down in his eyes. The mace in the pincers swung out, and the bear spirit was fragile smashed into flesh by one stick, and the other two were pressed down at the same time, and the mace waved, and they immediately spurted out a mouthful of blood and flew upside down. The big red shrimp rose into the air, swept down like a rolling torrent, and smashed the two gods into two clouds of blood mist like a mace in his hand chopping vegetables and breaking melons.

In an instant, the world returned to calm, and the big red shrimp fell to the ground, like an illusion of a dream.

"I killed three mountain gods!" The big red shrimp fell to the ground and turned around, and said in disbelief: "Lord River God, I actually killed three gods, old shrimp, it was not you who cast a spell." ”

"Hehe, I did cast the spell, but the three of them were indeed killed by you."

The big red shrimp was excited, and the situation of smashing the three gods into a blood mist echoed in his mind like chopping vegetables and cutting melons, and he was overjoyed, and laughed loudly: "The river god, the gods elsewhere are also weak, and you also seal me a mountain god to play, within March, my old shrimp will definitely lay a hundred mountains for you, and you will be more majestic than the Cuiping Mountain God." ”

"We, the gods on the earth, have left our own divine realm, which is equivalent to the realm of cultivators refining and refining qi. And after comprehending the potential of the mountains and rivers in the realm of the gods, he can compare to the monk who refines and gases the gods. Therefore, the gods generally do not leave their own realms, because it is easy to be robbed of the divine position if they leave, especially now that the heavenly court is disappearing and the heavens and the earth are chaotic. Chen Jing said slowly.

The shell swallowed the bodies of the three gods of Sancailing, Chen Jing did not stop it, for the demon, swallowing the body of the cultivator is a great supplement, and along the way, the demonic energy on the shell is obviously much stronger. The big red shrimp picked up the sea soul forks, and the blue sheath short sword was swallowed by the shell, and the big red shrimp didn't give him anything.

Along the way, looking at the scenery along the road, I returned to the Jinghe River when spring had not yet arrived.

This year's snow has been falling for a long time, and there is still a thin layer of ice in Xiuchun Bend.

The big red shrimp jumped up and rushed down the river, but Chen Jing disappeared out of thin air, and when he reappeared, he was already in the river temple.

Looking up at the temple made of carp spirit, it is like a world away. Several years have passed in the blink of an eye from the destruction of Qianluo Mountain to the time when it fell into the river and was rescued and placed in the river temple. The statue is still more sharp and murderous than the current Chen Jinglai, and less calm and peaceful.

Looking at the smoky incense in the incense burner of the temple under the statue, he closed his eyes, his heart calmed down in an instant, and the scene in the river temple during his time away came to his mind. Every day someone comes to offer incense, every day is different, the only thing that is the same is that everyone is so religious.

Light incense, three worships, two batches in the morning and evening, never stop.

Another person appeared in the image, particularly eye-catching, white-clothed and snowy, with black hair like clouds, and a firewood hairpin obliquely inserted. She suddenly entered the temple and wandered for three days before leaving, and after a few days, she entered the temple and meditated for a day before leaving, and for a few days, she stopped at the temple to look at the statue of the god and the river waves for half a day and then left, and never came back.

Chen Jing was puzzled, because she was Ye Qingxue, the senior sister who had the reality of master and apprentice with Chen Jing but not the name of master and apprentice.

I had not heard of her since I saw her go more than two years ago, and now I was happy to see her again, but it seemed that there was something urgent about her three visits to the temple.

"Where did the thief mullet come from, I have the courage to splash the sky, and I don't know your shrimp grandfather."

Chen Jing's thoughts were interrupted by the angry shouting of the big red shrimp, and he frowned, and then heard a sharp voice again: "Hmph, where did you come from the shrimp essence, you don't hide from cultivating, you dare to come to my Shuiyun Courtyard to shout, leave quickly, leave late, peel your shrimp skin to make armor." ”

"Oh, I'm angry, splash fish, eat your shrimp."

Naturally, these sounds could only be heard by Chen Jing, Zeng Tongren could only hear the faint screaming sound in the river, and his body moved slightly, like light smoke dissipating into the void. Chen Jing came to Xiuchun Bend, only to see a mullet with two arms, several zhang long, black as iron all over, with fangs and sharp teeth in his mouth, holding a jet-black spear in his hand, and fighting with a big red shrimp with a mace and a sea soul fork.